Never cared one way or another about long hair but could not stand hippies. When I was coming home from Nam, through LAX in the mid '60s, had a bunch of hippies get in my face and scream I was a baby killer. I had no idea what this was all about since I had been out of the country for two years and when one of the creeps got too close I punched his lights out. The rest of them got away from me quickly and I got on my plane and went home, after a brief interview with local cops.

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Old Cop
LEO (Ret.)